"Come on, Elijah. Smile for your Ima."
"I’m telling you, Ziva, that smile the other دن was just gas."
"It was not, Tony. He was smiling and I will get him to smile again."
"Whatever آپ say, David."
"Come on, smile, baby. Yes, Mama is shaking your hand. آپ love to hold Mama’s hand. Smile."
"I’ve never heard آپ talk baby-talk before, Ziva. Frankly, it’s a little scary."
"Would آپ rather I yell at him as if I were interrogating him? Because I could do that."
"No آپ couldn’t. You’ve gotten soft. And I love it."
"Ah! Tony! Did آپ see it? He smiled!"
"It was probably just gas."
"I will kill آپ if آپ take this away from me. It was a smile."
"I’m telling you, Ziva, that smile the other دن was just gas."
"It was not, Tony. He was smiling and I will get him to smile again."
"Whatever آپ say, David."
"Come on, smile, baby. Yes, Mama is shaking your hand. آپ love to hold Mama’s hand. Smile."
"I’ve never heard آپ talk baby-talk before, Ziva. Frankly, it’s a little scary."
"Would آپ rather I yell at him as if I were interrogating him? Because I could do that."
"No آپ couldn’t. You’ve gotten soft. And I love it."
"Ah! Tony! Did آپ see it? He smiled!"
"It was probably just gas."
"I will kill آپ if آپ take this away from me. It was a smile."
